PHILADELPHIA: 
FREDERICK      LEYPOLDT. 

1863 


Knterud,  according  to  Art  of  Congress,  in  the  y*-«r  1863,  by 

FRKDKKICK  LHYPOLDT, 

In   the  Clark's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the   United   States,   in   and   for   tlie 
Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


"  Continue  this  united  LEAGUE." — Richard  the  Third,  III.  1. 


There  once  was  a  Copperhead  snake     tried  to  bite  Uncle  Sara  by  mistake  ; 

But  the  Seven  LEAGUE  Boot     on  old  Uncle  Sara's  foot 

Soon  crushed  this  pestiferous  snake. 


WITHDRAWN 


A  soldier  came  back  from  the  war,     with  many  an  honorable  scar ; 

But  the  Copperheads  cried,     "  Served  you  right  if  you'd  died 

In  this  curst  Abolitionist  war !" 

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The  old  Tory  dragon  is  dead,     but  she  left  us  some  eggs  in  her  stead ; 

Two  were  smashed  in  the  yolk,     but  the  third  hatched  and  broke,. 

And  out  came  a  vile  Copperhead. 

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There  was  once  a  young  giant  asleep,     and  round  him  two  serpents  did  creep ; 
But  he  stopped  their  vile  breath,     and  squeezed  them  to  death, 
This  giant  aroused  from  his  sleep. 
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There  once  was  a  Copperhead  vile,     who  attempted  to  damage  a  file, 

So  he  tried  it  in  truth,     but  soon  broke  every  tooth 

On  that  rusty  and  crusty  Old  File. 

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"Nor  doth  this  Wood  lack  Worlds." — Midiummer  Night's  Dream,  II.  2. 

There  was  an  old  Snake  in  New  York     said  for  peace  all  the  people  should  work ; 
"  But  if  war  must  come,     let  us  fight  here  at  home  !  !" 
Quoth  sauguiloquent  Ben    of  New  York. 
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"One  *f  those  who  worship  dirty  gods." — Cymbtline,  III.  8. 

There  once  was  a  chap  named  Vallandigham,     whom  the  Copperheads  chose  for  commanding  'em ; 

But  a  trip  to  the  South     soon  silenced  his  mouth, 
And  the  world  as  a  Tory  is  branding  him. 

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motus  on  thou0h  the  ®Vtwv  mas  tovfthe, 
the  ffiopperheafc  toil  routrti  the  blafce  of  Ms  Scgthe.  I 

With  War  Democrats  Seymour's  for  war ;     with  Peace  cowards  for  peace  he'll  hurrah ; 
Let  him  get  in  the  way     of  the  mower  some  day, 
And  he'll  find  there's  no  quibbling  with  war. 

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LOTTERY 

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I*  LvVnK 

fchuf  Gopfc 
Marshfy 


The  Copperhead  lotterie     hath  a  curious  policie ; 

For  a  man  of  low  rank     can  draw  naught  save  a  blank, 

Unless  an  accomplice  he  be. 

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There  once  was  a  twistified  Eeed,     who  took  for  his  pattern  Snake- Weed; 

Till  the  Copperheads  all,     great,  middling,  and  small, 

Seemed  straight  by  the  side  of  this  Reed. 

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(  The  Pipe  of  Peace.) 

There's  a  character  very  well  known,     Who  bubbles  for  ages  has  blown ; 
But  the  best  he  has  made     since  at  bubbling  he  played, 
From  a  Copperhead  pipe  have  been  thrown. 


"  And  what  Stock  he  springs  of! ! !" — Coriolantu,  II.  3. 


Copper  stocks  are  uncertain  to  buy,     though  this  Copperhead's  stock's  very  high ; 
But  we  still  might  improve     this  stock  of  his  love, 
By  adding  the  right  sort  of  tie. 
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"Ascend,  my  CHAMBERS!"  —  Merry  Wives  of  Windsor,  III.  3. 


There  was  an  old  War  Horse,  a  clerical,     who  thought  our  Republic  chimerical  ; 
"  For  the  Union,"  he  said,     "  he  never  had  prayed," 
This  iiiorducious  old  War  Horse  cholerical. 
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"  There  is  no  goodness  in  the  worm." — Antony  and  Cltopatra,  V.  2. 


The  abominable  Copperhead  worms !     With  their  wriggles,  and  twists,  and  their  squirms ! 
But  the  gardener,  they  say,     will  soon  find  out  a  way 
To  kill  the  vile  Copperhead  worms. 
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"  There  are  many  complaints,  Davy,  about  that." — King  Henry  IV.,  V.  1. 

There  was  a  Stern  Statesman  astute,     who  so  often  went  in  to  recruit, 

That  a  Kattlesnake  fat     revolved  in  his  hat, 

While  a  Copperhead  squirmed  in  his  boot. 

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'  So  much  dishonor  my  fair  stars." — Kiny  Richard  111.,  IV.  1. 


The  traitor  our  Common  Cents  mars,     And  on  Liberty  plainly  he  wars, 

Taking  Freedom  away     from  the  Union,  I  say, 

When  he  cuts  out  her  head  from  the  stars. 

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"And  so  the  lion  vanished."  —  J/t'd«ummer  Night't  Dream,  V.  1. 


While  it  did  us  great  harm,  Abolition     was  the  height  of  the  Lion's  ambition  ; 

Now  with  Copperhead  tale     he  stings  himself  pale, 

And  furaciously  scorns  Abolition. 

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"  Will  this  Wood  take  fire  1"— Merry  Wive,  of  Windsor,  V.  5. 

To  show  Union,  a  fagot  we  take ;     But  'twould  be  a  tremendous  mistake, 

To  use  rotten  old  WOOD     which  never  wag  good, 

And  then  bind  it  up  with  a  Snake. 

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"Black,  forsooth  I"— King  Henry  VI.,  II.  1. 

There  once  was  a  Patriot  whose  rigor    reached  such  a  remarkable  figure, 
That  he'd  rather  go  down     in  the  water  and  drown 
Than  be  saved  by  the  help  of  a  nigger. 
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"  Heading  them  ill-fuvoredly." — As  You  Like  It,  III.  2. 

There  once  were  some  rascals  near  Reading     thought  fighting  was  easy  as  wedding ; 

But  being  well  kicked,     and  most  terribly  licked, 

They  mournfully  mizzled  from  Reading. 

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'  0  wicked  WALL  !" — Midsummer  Niyht'a  Dream,  V.  1. 


There  once  was  an  old  party- WALL,     quite  cracked  and  just  ready  to  fall; 

The  Copperheads  came     and  completed  its  shame 

By  sticking  their  Bills  on  this  Wall. 

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There  once  was  a  bottle  of  PORTER,     which  the  Copperheads  thought  was  all  water ; 

But  when  the  cork  popped,     the  Copperheads  dropped, 

And  were  stunned  by  the  vim  of  the  Porter ! 

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There  once  was  a  Snake  who  said  "  Hey !    There's  an  Eagle  I'll  take  for  my  prey !" 

But  the  bird  with  his  bill     did  the  Copperhead  kill, 

And  bore  him  in  triumph  away. 

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"Exit  shall  be  strangling  a  snake." — Love's  Labor's  Lost)  V.  1. 

The  Copperhead  traitors  all,    our  army  "  base  hirelings"  call ! 

But  some  fine  summer  day     The  "  boys,"  just  for  play, 

Will  settle  the  Copperheads  all. 

AMEN! 

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"  I  like  such  Brooks,"  said  Falstaff  once ; 
Had  he  meant  ours  he'd  been  a  dunce ; 
The  devil,  whom  all  things  evil  please, 
Could  never  stand  such  Brook.s  as  these. 


In  the  Tyrol  on  mountain  high 
"  The  Devil's  Marble"  you  may  spy ; 
And  if  in  the  World  you  long  remain, 
You'll  probably  meet  the  same  again. 


Och,  Johnny,  my  gun — let  the  truth  be  sid, 
What  the  divil  made  ye  turn  Copperhid  ? 
Sure  it  was  hivvy  what  ye  bore, 
Wid  the  brass  in  your  face  yees  had  before. 


There's  a  song  how  Old  Nick  took  a  journey, 
With  a  corporation  attorney} 


But  there  is  one  fouler,  whom  even  the  old  prowler 
Would  fear  as  a  friend  on  a  journey. 


1. 

"  The  man  who  made  that  order,"  said 
Judge  B.  in  court,  "  was  a  meat-head." 
Oh  what  a  head  that  head  would  be, 
Just  meted  Judge,  to  match  with  thee  ! 

2. 

"  Just  roll  that  nigger  out  of  court !" 
The  Judge  exclaimed  with  solemn  portj 
"  I  tell  you  very  truly  now, 
Nigs  at  the  bar  I  won't  allow  !" 


At  a  Copperhead  meeting  the  crier 
Paused  an  instant  to  hear  his  gun  fire ; 
The  cannon  was  loaded,  and  when  it  exploded, 
Said  he — "  List  to  the  voice  of  our  sire  !" 


There  was  old  party  named  M , 

Who  went  from  bad  doctrines  to  worse. 
If  at  law  he  should  see  his  name  prefaced  by  re, 

It  will  show  what  he  should  feel ;  this  M . 

There  was  a  small  Cozening  shyster ; 
Said  he,  "  Every  case  is  an  eyester  ; 
Give  the  parties  the  shells  if  you  can,  and  nought  else, 
Unless  the  Court  tips  you  a  hi-ster." 

There's  a  man  at  the  Bar  who,  we  know, 
IB  in  politics  terribly  low ; 


For  he  keeps  in  the  clubs  the  secessions!  cubs, 
Who  in  propria  pertona  can't  go. 

There's  a  very  bad-minis-trator, 
A  tret  petite  pomme  de  later, 
Who  tears  feelings  to  rags,  presenting  of  flags; 
This  oily  old  adminis-iroftor. 

There's  a  wide-awake  Copperhead  oratur', 
Who  is  Eli  by  name  and  by  natur' ; 
Displaying  for  one  neither  fashion  nor  ton, 
This  un-national  nativist  traitor. 


antr  Itegstoners. 


There  was  an  old  person,  J.  B., 

An  old  Public  Func-tion-arie ;  [agreed, 

When  they  swore,    "  We'll  secede !"  he  just  smiled,  "  I'm 
"  You've  a  sure  friend,  you  know,  in  J.  B. 


There  was  a  smart  lawyer  named  W 

Who  from  Union  men  made  quite  a  fortun' ; 
But  his  wealth  he  despised,  with  Secesh  fraternized, 
This  apo-state-olical  W . 


There  was  a  twistortulous  Reed, 
Who  hoped  that  Secesh  might  succeed ; 
For  he  said,  "  It's  my  natur'  to  act  like  a  traitor, 
Since  it  runs  in  the  joints  of  a  Eeed." 


There  once  was  a  Copperhead  Diddle, 
Who  played  to  the  Reed  second  fiddle; 
When  they  said,  "  It  is  small !"  it  replied,  "  not  at  all, 
It's  a  full-blooded  Copperhead  Diddle  I" 


There  was  an  ex-governing  Wiggler, 
A  political  huckster  and  higgler; 


Says  he,  "  I  ain't  dead — as  a  live  Copperhead 
I'm  a  squirmulous  vermiform  Wriggler." 


There  was  an  old  servant  called  Peter, 
So  moody  in  humor  and  feature 

Because  the  good  people  from  the  church  with  a  steeple 
Expelled  this  old  saturnine  Peter. 


There  was  a  sharp  lawyer,  one  P , 

Whose  thoughts  never  got  through  his  still  lips ; 
And  all  he  would  say  was  «  ah  !"  "  h'm  !"  "oh  !"  and  "ay  I" 
This  pauciloquent  person  named  P . 


There  was  a  neat  sarpent — a  Coiler — 
True  son  of  the  ancient  Beguiler; 
Who  told  such  a  whopper,  he  burst  out  his  copper, 
And  frightfully  fractured  hif  biler. 

Quoth  "  Aristocracy" 
To  Fourth  Ward  "  Vulgarity," 
"  You  are  dregs,  I  am  froth  j  and  our  interests  both 
Are  opposed  to  this  working,  d'ye  see  !" 


geatften^tans. 


There  was  an  ex-editor,  L , 

Who  rowed  in  the  Courier  punt, 
But  to  twist  around  more,  he  jumped  out  on  the  shore, 
That  contortious  poetical  L . 


was  one 


Who  thought  himself  quite  a  great  gun  j 
So  Treason  he  shouted,  "  Constitution"  he  spouted, 
But  Boston  grew  hot  for  such  "  Union  Men" — so 
He  herds  in  New  York  with  Fernando  &  Co. 


To  the  cause  of  his  country  adverse, 
Is  the  man  whom  all  honest  men  curse. 
Do  you  ask  what's  his  name  ?  oh,  ne'er  believe  Fame, 
If  it  be  not  Ex-President  Pierce. 


In  Eighteen  Hundred  and  Fifty-Six, 

A  poet,  disgusted  with  Pierce's  tricks, 

Said  that  he  down  to  the  dust  should  go, 

To  grovel  there  in  infamy  low. 

And  in  Eighteen  Hundred  and  Sixty-Three, 

The  prophecy  came  to  pass,  I  see, 

Since  in  the  dust  and  on  the  ground, 

As  a  Copperhead  Pierce  goes  squirming  round. 


What  a  pity  that  Joshua  D. 

A  good  Insolvency  lawyer  should  be, 

Yet  cannot,  in  politics,  as  we  see, 

Keep  his  own  good  name  from  bankruptcie ! 


John  C.  passes,  now  and  then, 

For  one  of  Boston's  League-al  men. 

Mistake  me  not — he  doth  intrigue 

With  the  Liquor — not  the  Union — League  ! 


Gamblers,  Wood-ites,  thieves,  and  asses, 
Scrapings  of  the  dangerous  classes, 
Pettifoggers  malign,  but  weak, 
Who  dare  not  fight  and  cannot  speak ; 
Trash  which  the  war-tide  rolling  high 
Has  east  ashore  in  scorn  to  dry ; 
"  Aristocrats"  who  fear  to  wage 
Brave  battle  in  a  stirring  age, 
As  did  their  glorious  sires  before, 
Who  won  thereby  the  fame  they  wore ; 

Oh  G.  8.  H ,  tell  us  true. 

Is  this  fit  company  for  YOU  ? 


SHAKSPEARE  ON  THE  COPPERHEADS, 


"  What  would  you  have,  you  curs, 
That  like  nor  peace  nor  war  ?     The  one  affrights  you, 
The  other  makes  you  proud.     He  that  trusts  to  you, 
Where  he  should  find  you  lions,  finds  you  hares ; 
Where  foxes,  geese ;  you  are  no  surer,  no, 
Than  is  the  coal  of  fire  upon  the  ice, 
Or  hailstone  in  the  sun.     Your  virtue  is, 
To  make  him  worthy  whose  offence  subdues  him, 
And  curse  that  justice  did  it.     Who  deserves  greatness 
Deserves  your  hate ;  and  your  affections  are 
A  sick  man's  appetite,  who  desires  most  that 
Which  would  increase  his  evil.     He  that  depends 
Upon  your  favors  swims  with  fins  of  lead, 
And  hews  down  oaks  with  rushes." — Coriolanus,  I.  1. 


"THOSE  DEVOTED  COPPERHEADS," 


"  Our  sympathies  are  all  confined  at  home ;  yet  it  is  just 
possible  we  may  help  those  devoted  Copperheads  in  the  only 
way  we  know  how — also,  that  they,  on  their  side,  are  now 
about  ripe  to  aid  us  in  the  only  way  we  could  accept  their 
aid.  If  our  troops  should  this  summer  appear  within  their 
borders  anywhere  between  Cairo  and  Philadelphia,  they  would 
be  hailed  as  friends  by  a  population  pretty  well  cured  now  of 
Pluribus  Unum.  Their  cry  would  be,  not  Union,  but  deli 
verance.  Waft  then,  and  watch,  and  keep  your  lights  burning, 
ye  Knights  of  the  Golden  Circle!" — Richmond  Enquirer,  18th 
May,  1863. 


